My new erotica short story "The Studio Floor"...free for a second time today 4/21

"Passion dripped from her pores. Her hips swayed quickly, her body undulating in succession with the enchanting Latin rhythm. Sweat cascaded down my chest as my heart pounded, dancing in echo of her body. The dimly lit studio shook with the bass of the music as the room full of women danced to the seductive beat. I have always found women to be beautiful and sensual. They have an inherent lusciousness that I’ve never found in men. Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband...but I longed for an opportunity to explore sex with another woman."

I am delighted to say that this book has now cracked the Top 100 in Erotica thanks to the promotion, and, as of 8 a.m. CDT on 4/21 stands at 1,057 overall among the Kindle freebies. It already seems to be having an impact on my paid sales as well.

This is an erotic romance with a descriptive sexual theme. Okay, and quite a few descriptive scenes as well.

Picture two college girlfriends on Spring Break in the Bahamas. The beginnings of their first lesbian experience together. Who hasn’t been there? It was soon interrupted by accidentally falling back in time. I mean really, who does it on purpose? They woke in the year 1562. A Pirate Ship scooped them from the water. I might as well ride a current popular theme, right? Or has it finally been written to death?

There is actually a slight storyline between descriptive scenes of lesbian, male to female, and group sex. I don’t know why, but that’s just how Pirates operate. The storyline you ask? Lets just say, the current mission as “Privateers” for a young Queen Elizabeth, is to capture a coincidentally beautiful young niece of King Phillip II of Spain. I was surprised to find so many young and beautiful girls in a book like this. The Captain and his crew aren’t too bad either. Large strapping Viking types and the obligatory dark swarthy type. And I tossed in a rather interesting “First Mate.” Let’s face it, there is a reason that men on the water are called seamen.

I have to apologize for the first few pages of prose. It was done as homage to all the writers of adult romance who had “cum” before me. I swear I tried to write this in a way an actual adult might.

The main character, of course, is a damsel in a dress. She occasionally has an internal dialogue issue, but who doesn’t. Don’t worry she isn’t whiny, pensive, or demure. She’s just a bit snarky to herself. And the men aren’t rude and domineering. For the most part they take direction extremely well. After all, they’re fictitious.

It is just over 38,800 words, a novelette. I suppose I could have made it a bit longer, but I was running out of batteries. Do you know how hard it is to type one handed? I mean really.

Poetically erotic, Suspense ending chapters and Mystery embedded in this novel's DNA.
Find out what happens when Kimberly's Reality is sinfully seduced by passionate Dreams which threaten to give birth to haunting and devastating Nightmares.

It was breath-taking. He kissed my mouth and dragged his tempting tongue along the inside of my oral cavity. He dragged my tongue to the oral dance floor, and we tangled in a tantalizing tango, as my lips hugged his.

His hands relieved me of my oversized t-shirt, releasing my ripe and ready breasts. Each nipple hot and hardened, waiting for him to cool them down, with his soothing suckle. That smooth, supple licking and numbing, nibbling, as he journeyed his mouth south.

He was a lover without bounds. He licked my thighs of my sweet syrup, before he kissed my hips. Such a passionate kiss, my hands caressed his head deeper, as he flicked my clit with his tongue’s tip.

He was poetry in passion. He guided my senses to the hub of my emotions before he tumbled a tsunami of ecstasy, which flooded in and around his mouth, over my thighs, on the sofa, whiles I euphorically echoed his name out of my mouth.

Then my chocolate sweet lover dipped his erection into my pulsating, panting pelvic regions. He was on top of me, as my erotic ecstasy ate him inch by inch. My eyes ate his physique, from his chest to his “abiliscous” abs. My nose ate his aphrodisiac aroma scent by scintillating scent.

His thickness surprised my walls. I felt every bit of his venomous veins, all his ribbed goodness, as he caressed away my pain, my longing.

He filled my lonely body, with his precious presence. My desire continued to eat her heart out, as we kissed and the fireworks shot to my head.

My mind was messed with, muddled in this fantasy which felt so real.

My body was a haven for the sweat that covered me from my face to waist, as my erotic essence took over from my thighs to my toes.

His hardened member was a delicious delicacy, and my lips on the entrance of my hips ate all of him. He draped my legs over his shoulder, as he plunged himself deeper into the orifice of my soul.

I screamed in orgasmic bliss. I screamed, as his thrusts vibrated the chambers of my beating heart.

I screamed, as his sweat dripped on me. As he rode me faster and harder, till I knew not what I said, what I thought, where I was.

maybe I misunderstood but I thought you could offer your book free as a way of encouraging reviews or sales? It is free for KDP but I thought I could drop the price from .99 to zero for a could of days.

I really don't know if anyone has even looked at it or tried to read it and I was hoping to get some flow going before I try to publish more.

Professor Roxy Lyons is one naughty teacher who can't resist the "eye candy" in her college classroom. Lonely and looking for a little relief that doesn't involve her electronic boyfriend, Roxy sets out to teach her young student how to be a smoking hot study buddy in her after school tutoring sessions. Roxy finds out that there is a reason Foutre University has earned the nickname The School of Hard Cocks! Join Roxy as she romps her way through her first year teaching at the University, seduces her student, and ends up getting more than she bargained for.